I am based on the narrative of AB Mitford, who omitted the details that produced the local color, and firmly grasped the main thread of the glorious deeds. The technique lacking "Oriental characteristics" is desirable, but it seems to be a direct translation from Japanese.
Loose shoelaces
In the late spring of 1702, the eminent Lord Ako was ordered to receive the emperor's messenger. The etiquette tradition of two to three hundred years (some of which belong to mythology) made the reception ceremony very cumbersome and complicated. The messenger represents the emperor, whether as an insinuation or a symbol, the standard of reception to him should not be lowered, but should be improved. A slight mistake may cause a fatal error. In order to avoid this kind of situation, the emperor's court sent a ceremonial officer to stand first. The officer-in-charge was far away from the comfortable court, and he felt like exile on a business trip to the mountains and plains. He was so angry that he gave orders as soon as he got off the horse. Sometimes, he put on the prestige of an officer, and used his accent until Jane was insulting. The lord who received his training suppressed his anger, pretending not to see the teasing. He can't disobey, and the commandment prohibits all brutal behavior. One morning, the ceremonial officer's shoelaces came loose, and he ordered the lord to fasten it for him. The lord of the domain was also a man with a face, and he swallowed his words to obey. The rude officer in charge said that the ruling is not to be taught, and only a hillbilly can tie such a clumsy shoelace knot. The lord drew his sword and slashed at him. The other party hid quickly, except that a small cut was made on his forehead, and a little blood bleeds... A few days later, the wounded man went to a military court and was sentenced to commit suicide by incision. A platform was set up in the central courtyard of the Ako Territory and covered with a red felt carpet. The sentenced person sat on the platform. The people handed him a gold dagger with gems on the handle. He publicly confessed his sins and took his upper body clothes off. Take it off one by one, insert the dagger into the lower abdomen according to the ritual requirements, first from left to right, and then from bottom to top with two knives, die like a samurai, because the felt is red, and a bystander standing farther away No blood was seen. His staff and witness, the gray-haired Kurano Cunki, carefully chopped down his head with a sword.
Pretending to pretend to be a frivolous
house, see that Jume’s territory was confiscated; his samurai were dismissed, his family dying, and his family name fell into obscurity, and his surname was cursed. Legend has it that on the night of his amputated suicide, his forty-seven warriors gathered on the top of a small hill to discuss matters and planned the events that would take place a year later. To be sure, they must act cautiously. The meeting place is not the hard-to-reach mountain top, but the white wooden pavilion of a temple in the woods. There is no other decoration in the pavilion except a rectangular mirror frame. They yearn for revenge, and the purpose of revenge seems difficult to achieve.
The hateful chief of honor Uenosuke's home has strengthened defenses. When he went out in a sedan chair, his servants were like clouds, shouting in front and back, all carrying bows, arrows, knives and guns. He also raised a group of loyal spies. The target of their close surveillance is the leader and staff of the Avengers, Suki Kurano. When Kurano got this information accidentally, he drew up a corresponding revenge plan.
He moved his family to Kyoto, and the autumnal colors of any city in the empire are not as pleasant as Kyoto. He indulges in brothels, casinos and hotels. Despite being old, he still hangs out with prostitutes, poets, and even lower-class people all day long. Once, he was blasted out of a hotel, vomiting and messing up, and lying in the doorway to sleep until dawn.
A man from Satsuma recognized him, and said sadly and angrily: "Isn't this the assistant who helped Takumi Kume commit suicide? Instead of avenging his master, he indulged in drinking. Alas, despicable man, you are not worthy of a samurai. The title!"
He stomped on Cangye's face and spit. The secret agent reported the situation, and Uenosuke felt very relieved.
The matter is not over here. The staff sent his wife and young children to another place, and bought a woman in the brothel to wait for him; the enemy was very happy to hear about the scandal, and relaxed his vigilance, halving the number of guards.
Forty-seven warriors met in an abandoned garden near the bridge and the card factory in a black and windy night in 1703. They are under the banner of the first master. Before starting the attack, the neighbors in the neighborhood were notified that they were not robbery, but a military action to bring justice. The people who attacked Uenosuke's mansion by
Jian Scar
were divided into two groups. The first group was directed by his staff and attacked the front door; the second group was led by his eldest son, who was almost sixteen years old and died that night. Later generations have many legends about the details of that lucid nightmare: the attacker ventured down with a rope ladder, beat the drum as a horn, the guard hurried to meet, the archer boarded the roof, the arrowhead shot at the vital parts of the people, blood stained and precious The porcelain was fierce at death, cold after death, and the corpse was messy. Nine warriors lost their lives; the guards refused to surrender and fought bravely. The resistance stopped shortly after midnight.
Uenosuke failed to live up to the guards' protection and never showed up. The attackers searched all corners of the mansion. When almost desperate, the staff noticed that the bed in Ueno was still warm. They searched again and found a narrow window disguised by a bronze mirror. In the dark courtyard outside the window, a man in white was looking up, holding a sword in his right hand trembling. After they went down, the man surrendered without resistance. There is a scar on his forehead: the old scar left by the sword at Takumi Kumi.
The blood-stained samurai knelt at the feet of the person they hated, claiming that they were under the lord of the Ako domain who died because of him, and demanding that he commit suicide as a samurai should do, in order to thank the undead.
His vile soul could not listen to this decent suggestion. He didn't have the slightest sense of honor; Ling Zhan had to cut off his head.
The
samurai warriors had avenged their grievances (but no anger, no excitement, no mercy), and returned to the temple where their master's remains were buried.
They carried Uenosuke's head in a pot in turn. They drove through the fields and provinces during the day. Wherever they went, people wept and blessed them. The county princes in Sendai wanted to treat them with the friendship of the landlords, but they thanked them and said that their master had waited for nearly two years. They came to the desolate tomb and sacrificed their enemies' heads.
The Supreme Court’s decision was exactly what they hoped for: granting them the privilege of suicide. All the samurai fulfilled, and some were generous and calm, resting beside their master. Men, women, old and children came to the graves of the loyal and innocent people to pray. Among the
Samo people who
came to worship, there was a young man in the dust, who knew he was from far away. He knelt at the tomb of his staff, Kurano Suki, and said loudly: "I once saw you lying in front of a brothel in Kyoto, but I never thought that you were avenging your master. I thought you were an unfaithful samurai. You spit on your face. Now I am here to apologize to you." After saying this, he committed suicide by cutting his stomach.
The abbot of the temple admired his bravery and buried him with the warriors.
This is the story of the forty-seven loyal samurai, but there is no end, because other people may not be loyal enough, but they always hope to prevent this, so they continue to praise them with words.
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